Chapter 2
I forgot to say this in the other chapter, but all the characters are respectfully used, and are copyright to their owners.
And Mo doesn't seem to be writing, so I'm doing this chapter. And probably the next. --
Dakota sighed and spun a pencil around her fingers, stifling a yawn. She barely listened to her lecture on psychology, as the teacher droned on and one about a man called Jon Spiro, who they had to write a theory paper on. There was some mention of Artemis, and Dakota briefly lifted her head, but when she blinked, the teacher had moved onto the next topic. She fell onto the desk and then woke up again. Rubbing her eyes, she moaned and sipped at some water. She had stayed up all night thinking about Blaize, and also about Seraphim, who had acted so coldly towards her. She didn't know the older girl well; she just saw her walking around the grounds of the school they both attended, as she was in her last year and had lessons in a different building. Her thoughts drifted back to the older man, and she wondered why his hands were so burnt, his face so scarred. She first thought him a murderer or a thief, but now that she thought about it, perhaps there was something behind that. His face, angry at her, flashed every time she closed her eyes. Dakota, he had said. Dakota. How did he know her name? Da-
"Dakota Gilgalad!" her teacher shouted, banging a fist on her desk. Waking with a start, Dakota apologized to the woman and hurried to her next lesson.
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Seraphim caught the young girls eye in the corridor. She looked away and back into her locker. Suddenly, Rayonette, her friend, caught her arm and smiled at her. Her blond hair was fluffy and had little black streaks at the top, and her purple-blue eyes sparkled as she held two envelopes.
"Look, Seraphim!" She exclaimed, wrenching her friends arm from the lock on her cubby.
"What now? I'm busy!" Seraphim yelled. Her mind was still on Artemis. How could she have fallen in love so easily? Yet it was clear he liked the younger girl She looked past her friends waving hand to see the brown haired teenager disappear through the double doors, and she felt a strange feeling of resentment in her stomach.
"Hey, sleepyhead!" Rayonette smacked her friends arm again. "Have you been thinking about Artemis again?" She said, sneakily.
"What? How did you know? No! I mean, I...no! I...Oh, Leave me alone, Ray!" She said, hurriedly collecting her books and running into her biology lesson. Rayonette blinked and pushed her hair behind her pointed ears.
"Okay." She walked after her friend and sat down for the lesson. The entire way through, she watched her friend stare blankly at her book, even though biology was Seraphim's favorite lesson.
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Artemis was very rudely awakened from his mid-morning slumber on the veranda; A clatter that sounded like a train colliding with a foam wall. He stood, stretching, and walked towards the burning rose bush. He raised an eyebrow. 5 feet down, and smoldering, was a crumpled fork. He knelt and examined the instrument. He looked up. Perhaps someone had thrown it at him as a joke? Some joke. But he was miles away from any rooftop. Not a single airplane or helicopter was circling the sky. When he looked at the clear blue sky, he noticed a tiny patch of dark. Artemis gasped. It couldn't be happening again.
"No!" Scrambling to his feet, he ran towards his house, breath coming out in short gasps as he flung himself into his library and began searching for a book. When he came to the place it was kept, his fingers grabbed at thin air. Dust was in its place. Rubbing it between his fingers, he exhaled, though he was anything but calm. It was time to pay another visit to an old friend.
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Blaize sat down wearily. He tenderly applied a bandage to his hands, sighing deeply. He looked out of his dust covered window to the overgrown lawns outside. The air looked cold and crisp outside, and a small frost was forming on the dying cherry tree outside. What was the point? Searching hopelessly for a book that could kill everyone if he didn't read it properly. And there it was, lying on the coffee table. He blinked. He could have sworn it had given off sparks. Rubbing his face, he stood and slumped towards the kitchen, through the dark hallway. When he entered the dimly lit room, his attention wavered as he put the kettle on the stove. The girl, why had she been so calm? And, why did he suddenly feel so drawn to her? But it was past simple love, he thought, it was almost like he had a connection with her that he didn't know about yet. Oh well, no matter. He lit the wick of a melted candle and leant on the breakfast bar, staring into the flame. There was a knock on the door that stirred him from his musing. He started; not many people visited him. The floorboards squeaked under his booted feet, and the candelabras flickered ghostly shapes onto the opposite walls. When he peered through the carved eyehole, he panicked. Blaize shoved the chain into the clasp and opened it warily.
"My, my, my. Hello again, Dustfingers. It certainly has been a while, hasn't it."
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I forgot to say this in the other chapter, but all the characters are respectfully used, and are copyright to their owners.
And Mo doesn't seem to be writing, so I'm doing this chapter. And probably the next. --
Dakota sighed and spun a pencil around her fingers, stifling a yawn. She barely listened to her lecture on psychology, as the teacher droned on and one about a man called Jon Spiro, who they had to write a theory paper on. There was some mention of Artemis, and Dakota briefly lifted her head, but when she blinked, the teacher had moved onto the next topic. She fell onto the desk and then woke up again. Rubbing her eyes, she moaned and sipped at some water. She had stayed up all night thinking about Blaize, and also about Seraphim, who had acted so coldly towards her. She didn't know the older girl well; she just saw her walking around the grounds of the school they both attended, as she was in her last year and had lessons in a different building. Her thoughts drifted back to the older man, and she wondered why his hands were so burnt, his face so scarred. She first thought him a murderer or a thief, but now that she thought about it, perhaps there was something behind that. His face, angry at her, flashed every time she closed her eyes. Dakota, he had said. Dakota. How did he know her name? Da-
"Dakota Gilgalad!" her teacher shouted, banging a fist on her desk. Waking with a start, Dakota apologized to the woman and hurried to her next lesson.
..
Seraphim caught the young girls eye in the corridor. She looked away and back into her locker. Suddenly, Rayonette, her friend, caught her arm and smiled at her. Her blond hair was fluffy and had little black streaks at the top, and her purple-blue eyes sparkled as she held two envelopes.
"Look, Seraphim!" She exclaimed, wrenching her friends arm from the lock on her cubby.
"What now? I'm busy!" Seraphim yelled. Her mind was still on Artemis. How could she have fallen in love so easily? Yet it was clear he liked the younger girl She looked past her friends waving hand to see the brown haired teenager disappear through the double doors, and she felt a strange feeling of resentment in her stomach.
"Hey, sleepyhead!" Rayonette smacked her friends arm again. "Have you been thinking about Artemis again?" She said, sneakily.
"What? How did you know? No! I mean, I...no! I...Oh, Leave me alone, Ray!" She said, hurriedly collecting her books and running into her biology lesson. Rayonette blinked and pushed her hair behind her pointed ears.
"Okay." She walked after her friend and sat down for the lesson. The entire way through, she watched her friend stare blankly at her book, even though biology was Seraphim's favorite lesson.
..
Artemis was very rudely awakened from his mid-morning slumber on the veranda; A clatter that sounded like a train colliding with a foam wall. He stood, stretching, and walked towards the burning rose bush. He raised an eyebrow. 5 feet down, and smoldering, was a crumpled fork. He knelt and examined the instrument. He looked up. Perhaps someone had thrown it at him as a joke? Some joke. But he was miles away from any rooftop. Not a single airplane or helicopter was circling the sky. When he looked at the clear blue sky, he noticed a tiny patch of dark. Artemis gasped. It couldn't be happening again.
"No!" Scrambling to his feet, he ran towards his house, breath coming out in short gasps as he flung himself into his library and began searching for a book. When he came to the place it was kept, his fingers grabbed at thin air. Dust was in its place. Rubbing it between his fingers, he exhaled, though he was anything but calm. It was time to pay another visit to an old friend.
..
Blaize sat down wearily. He tenderly applied a bandage to his hands, sighing deeply. He looked out of his dust covered window to the overgrown lawns outside. The air looked cold and crisp outside, and a small frost was forming on the dying cherry tree outside. What was the point? Searching hopelessly for a book that could kill everyone if he didn't read it properly. And there it was, lying on the coffee table. He blinked. He could have sworn it had given off sparks. Rubbing his face, he stood and slumped towards the kitchen, through the dark hallway. When he entered the dimly lit room, his attention wavered as he put the kettle on the stove. The girl, why had she been so calm? And, why did he suddenly feel so drawn to her? But it was past simple love, he thought, it was almost like he had a connection with her that he didn't know about yet. Oh well, no matter. He lit the wick of a melted candle and leant on the breakfast bar, staring into the flame. There was a knock on the door that stirred him from his musing. He started; not many people visited him. The floorboards squeaked under his booted feet, and the candelabras flickered ghostly shapes onto the opposite walls. When he peered through the carved eyehole, he panicked. Blaize shoved the chain into the clasp and opened it warily.
"My, my, my. Hello again, Dustfingers. It certainly has been a while, hasn't it."
..